Sunday, November 23, 2014

Why?

Smoke rose from the underbelly of the city. A bottle skittered across the deserted street propelled by a wind full of empty promises and lack of action. Broken windows, smashed cars, an unresponsive body dangling from the window of a third-floor flat all revealed the consequences of delirious residents acting out of frustration and despair. (55 words)

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About Jim Harrington

I discovered flash fiction in 2007 and have read, written, studied, and agonized over the form since. My Six Questions For . . . blog (http://sixquestionsfor.blogspot.com) provides editors and publishers a place to “tell it like it is.”